“Something courageous”
Tin man aplasia
Where am I from?
Can I come home?

The outside’s contagious
It’s all divination I’m sure
Side-on
I’m god

We’re talking in phases
I can tell by your face that I’m wrong
I’m gone

I don’t feel it at all
White dots through a telescope

Cheekbones, the relief in your clothes
My loss
Grey and old